"Stay in your seats""We're in the back seat playing "I can't sleep""I'm thinking maybe they noticed""don't stop"

Hey, I find it harder and harder to stay stillBut even harder to control myself, fight myselfI feel your hands attempt to set me free.So I know, that maybe this isn't right despite the wayThat we've been carrying on and I knowIt's a just a wall but I don't care anymoreBecause baby, I'm a teen cliche.

And I'm feelin' the needAnd I'm thinkin' that maybe you are thinkin' the same thingI can tell by the pile at your feet on the kitchen floorAnd I'm thinkin' that maybe this ain't such a bad idea"Hey! We're home and... oh my god!"

Hey, it's getting darker and darker outsideBut now the streetlights flying overhead, like I saidAre finding ways to try and fill them in.Now I know, that maybe this could become an uncomfortable situation, But oh, I'm quite comfortable with this decisionAnd I don't plan to slow it down.

And I'm feelin' the needAnd I'm thinkin' that maybe you are thinkin' the same thingI can tell by the pile at your feet on the kitchen floorAnd I'm thinkin' that maybe this ain't such a bad ideaSo "Ow DaBaNnDaBah Bah DaHey! Hey!"